The Algorithm - Iteration 12. Creation, Destruction & Maintenance. I stepped out from the airport arrival hall and the humidity hit my face, the air was thick and full of smell and energies. The Sun was high above, shining with hotness and strength, I could barely keep my eyes open and relaxed, even in sunglasses. By the time I got into the city, at Soi 3, stuck in traffic jam after Ploen Chit, sunset was approaching. Almost 6pm, the sounds and waves of people flowing on Sukhumvit, the reds and yellows and blues and greens and yellows and reds are penetrating the glass sky, it’s as if something is imminent. “You don’t even realise how immense your situation is...”....I love you very much, but that’s none of your business.